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I have a fish named George. He is a Betta fish and he is my one and only pet. George is blue and red. I used to have another fish named Georgia, but she disappeared. I have no idea what happened to her. My dad thinks Georgia slipped down the drain. She was a little gray fish that was in the centerpiece at a wedding. My four year old cousin named my fish. Apperently George was the first name that popped in her head.
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